Thistle Ulbran

Thistle Ulbran
Social Rank	8
Fealty	Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
House	Ulbran
Gender	Female
Age	26
Religion	Shamanism
Vocation	Courtesan
Height	5'6
Hair Color	Blonde
Eye Color	Blue
Skintone	Pale
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Description

Long blonde hair frames a delicate, heart shaped face. Her features are soft despite her high cheekbones, lending her a very feminine appearance. Lips that seem forever on the verge of a knowing smirk give her an intriguing air of mystery and mischief always seems to twinkle in her brilliant blue eyes. Thistle is built quite slender and sylph*like, with a tiny waist that highlights her curves. Despite living in the Lower Boroughs, her pale skin is largely unblemished and the only scar she possesses, is a small burn on her right wrist. It's been partially covered by a simple white tattoo of a chrysanthemum. The flower isn't inked in, only showing the outlines of the petals.

Personality

Contrary to her name, Thistle is far from prickly or abrasive. She speaks with a surprising eloquence for someone from the Lower Boroughs and possesses a disarming sort of charm. Her easy smiles and laid back nature hide a very keen mind. Thistle has an uncanny knack for languages, puzzles, and topics of complex nature. She's just as happy to talk philosophy or economics with a costumer as she is to entertain them with good company and wine. When it comes to work or her craft, Thistle is very meticulous. Everything has to perfect, done right, and as near to flawless as possible or it must be done over. Though Thistle is far from uptight. She enjoys the simple pleasures in life as much as the next person. She simply holds herself and only herself, to higher standards.

Background

Life in the Lower Boroughs is never easy but for Thistle, it was certainly cushier than most. There was always a roof over her head, food on the table, and clean if worn clothes. The financial security came at a price. Thistle rarely saw her mother, spending most of her time bouncing between her father's care and her maternal grandmother's.

Her Father was a Redrain merchant who worked closely with the Cullers. He did his best to make sure that young Thistle learned a semblance of manners and polite behaviors. He coached her on how to speak eloquently and heavily encouraged her interests in anything but crime. To insure her a chance at a legitimate profession, he took out a few loans and had her enrolled as a child to be trained as a Whisper Courtesan. He was doting, kind, and would have done anything for his daughter. And when Thistle was 14, he was found dead in a ditch.

Distraught by her father's death, Thistle took to drinking and drugs. Although her grandmother disapproved, it was difficult for the older woman to control a wild teenager and so for a year or so Thistle binge partied. If she wasn't so charming and careful to let it not effect her schooling, Thistle might have lost her chance at becoming a Whisper. Thankfully, it all came to an abrupt stop after a single confrontation with her mother. Whatever was exactly said remains a secret between the two of them.

For the rest of her teenage years, Thistle very diligently worked for the Ulbrans during her free time. She was quiet, never complained, and was very meticulous. If she did drugs or drank, it was always on her own limited free time and in careful moderation. Eventually, she finished her schooling and joined the ranks of the Whispers proper. From that point onwards, Thistle began her career as a courtesan.

Many a party thrown in the Lower and Uppers Boroughs was decorated by her careful hand. It was clear she had a talent for it and spurred her to spend her twenties mastering the art of shaping flowers into living landscapes. She still spends quite a bit of time around the other Ulbrans but seemingly has kept her nose clean for a number of years.